Sundries & Curiosities for the Adventurous. A Tribal Inquiry.

this slipping down & in

weaving threads

find your way in

December’s gifts

have you ever known pure love?

the only way

here, right here

from feet to clouds

how I see the hopeful, waning days

can it be ok?

the clarity you seek

what are you harvesting?

searching for home

witness the feeling state

what is finally left unsaid